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musingmage · 2 months

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listen. I love Game Changers. It’s funny. It’s great. Love it. Lou saying “In high school I dreamt I would lose a bunch of weight over the summer and learn to breakdance” was one of the realest things I’ve ever heard and also it broke my heart

#mage muses #I am saying this as a fat woman #Lou Wilson #Dropout tv #Mr Wilson PLEASE I need a warning before you say something like that

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daily-grian · 1 year

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I’ve gotta sit down at some point and do a proper classpecting session for the Hermits & co, but for some quick musings Prince of Time!Grian feels appropriate

#mcyt #grian #hermitcraft #homestuck #hermitstuck #grian fanart #daily-grian #mod owl #he's definitely a destructive class/aspect and probably an active class #i took a literal whole class (it was only one day but it WAS a class) on classpects once #i find assigning classpects very fun #anyways other musings off the top of my head: Zed. def light player.#Martyn i think either Mage or. no puns intended. Maid.#Martyn i could see being a time player perhaps. maybe he could also be a thief. hmm #this is what i mean about having to sit down and think about this #i have other thoughts but yknow what yall are just gonna have to ask follow up questions if you wanna hear 'em #there's enough tags here

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nebularious · 3 months

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What if being unaffected by trickster mode wasn't just a Dirk exclusive event but instead just a heart player thing

The other trolls: *making out and shit*

Nepeta, standing there: :33< youre all demewsional, time to go update my shipping wall- goddamit equius I thought mew were better than this

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raayllum · 1 month

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I don't know if it's just because I'm gunning for Callum to have a staff of his own that he builds (a fresh start he didn't inherit from dead men, and because I think he'd really enjoy the task of both designing and crafting/building the thing) but I can't shake the feeling that Ibis' staff may get destroyed at some point.

Not only would its destruction have potential symbolism — since it represents primal and specifically sky (freedom) magic, it being destroyed could represent succumbing to dark magic / chains / Aaravos (temporarily) — but it'd add another layer to Callum, Ibis, and Claudia's dynamic.

Ibis is the one who taught Callum the wing spell that let him save Rayla. But now, possibly to save Rayla, Callum might have to do something he finds horrible (again). If that involves returning the cube ("If you seek to return that staff to its rightful owner, you pose a greater danger to the world than I can allow") then of course, on a certain level, his staff cannot be held by a successor who is going to return something just as dangerous to Aaravos. That fight to prevent it is what got him killed, and now it's been fully lost — ergo, the staff's got to go, too

#tdp callum #s6 speculation #mage boy #mine #predictions #and musings mostly #tdp ibis #callum #tdp #the dragon prince

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craybii · 9 months

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Musings on Tissaia & Francesca at Thanedd

Just finished S3 and can I just say, these two badasses were the standouts of the Thanedd Coup for me.

The unspoken equality between them as Tissaia stands on one side with all the mages behind her and Francesca, the elven queen directly across from her with the Nilfgaardians and the elves.

The way they look at no one else but each other before it all goes to hell, each woman knowing that the other one is the largest danger and threat there - Tissaia representing the human mages of the new order and Francesca representing the ancient order of the times when elven mages built Aretuza.

Finally, the epic moment when Tissaia prepares a deadly spell to kill Francesca (when Tissaia was the very same woman insisting Francesca was not their enemy in S2 while Stregobor and the Brotherhood were losing their shit over the elven exodus to Cintra).

And then the moment it all climaxes in a tragic trade of sorts - Tissaia destroys what Francesca loves most (Filavandrel) in front of her very eyes, so Francesca destroys and burns down what Tissaia loves most (Aretuza). All the other sorceresses - Rita, Sabrina, Keira, Triss, Fringilla, Marti, even Yennefer - are secondary to these two ladies in that moment - truly hell hath no fury like a sorceress scorned for these two proved it then and there.

And then, once Aretuza is in flames thanks to Francesca, how Tissaia falls into a numb state of sorts - she climbs the tower to resort to the most dangerous and life-draining spell known to mankind to destroy the elven invaders she once defended. This spell destroys everyone and everything - all the northern mages flee out of the way - only Francesca (and Fringilla) stays to fend off the lightning. Finally, when Tissaia can no longer keep up, the moment is perfect when all the northern sorceresses step in front of Francesca, making it clear she will not get to Tissaia so long as they live.

Ultimately, all the sorcerers were good - Rita who stayed there from start to end and defended Tissaia - Marti and Sabrina who destroyed people left and right and Bianca, Tissaia’s poor friend. But Tissaia and Francesca’s magic was by far the most epic of the entire battle. The absolute sheer destruction was amazing to watch. And the way they clearly targetted each other throughout the battle was perfect.

You know what the saddest thing is in the end? - in the books, few people were as close to Tissaia as Francesca was - here, they are mortal enemies instantly.

Side-note: I love how Philippa starts up shit and then escapes the moment it all goes to hell lmao

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rogue-of-heart-classpecting · 2 months

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What's the difference between a mage, sylph, muse, and knight of void?

Mage knows how to screw in a lightbulb but won’t tell you.

Sylph goes around unscrewing lightbulbs humming to themself.

Muse preaches about the value of darkness but doesn’t actually unscrew anything.

Knight slingshots every lightbulb in the house.

None of them can change a lightbulb.

#homestuck #classpect #knight class #sylph class #muse class #mage class #void aspect

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land-of-classpects-and-analysis · 27 days

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The sudden urge to run a very. Very long reblog thread giving polls on which Classpects y'all would like to see done the most

:3c

#Mage Musings #The sudden urge to also. Avoid doing your homework #I mean what!! I'm a good student. I swear. My Mage of Light essay says so

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jqupohtia · 4 months

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Apokalypsis

When she leaves Elpis, Venat does not tell Phaethon her plan. She knows that what she must do would be particularly ghastly to someone whose soul has nearly cracked into pieces once, who has dealt with the pain of it every day since, who is a healer first before a fighter. Even if it was a piece of himself, standing proud and confident and determined despite the fragile shattered thing he was, that showed her the path she must take, she cannot risk him turning against her before she can even prepare, and so he is left in the dark.

Perhaps it is fate, or just twisted luck, that he would never have the chance to anyway.

Phaethon does not agree with the Convocation’s proposal. Not completely. But Azem does not defect from the convocation. He screams, he weeps, he rages, and he leaves, but he does not abandon them.

The Traveler is called away alongside the Contender, because the situation is getting worse and both the Words of Azem and Words of Nabriales have called for for their aid in a city not far from Amaurot, where rampant creations wreak havoc. It is his duty to help the people, and he has already seen so much death and horror, but he will not shy away from returning to it if it means saving more lives, so that there may be more left behind when they sacrifice themselves. When he sacrifices himself.

That is his condition for helping to create a god. That when they return, if there’s no better idea, he goes with the people sacrificed. Not as Zodiark’s heart, because there is too much despair and horror in him to not corrupt the God they will create, but to stand with those willing to fuel it. Some call it a noble choice, others misguided and foolish. He knows that it is cowardice. He cannot bear to face those left behind, nor those they'd ask to go in their stead.

But he doesn’t return.

Emet-Selch and Lahabrea also leave behind the endless debates and planning that have continued in their absence, and go to assist Nabriales and Azem when they both fail to return for several days. The carnage they find is horrific. Bodies litter the streets, and every moment fills Emet-Selch's senses with the steady stream of those who Return too soon. A devastatingly powerful creation runs rampant, and they find themselves focusing more on evacuating than defeating it, given the battered state they find Nabriales in.

It is only those three who return to the Convocation's chambers, once what citizens they can save are brought to Amaurot. When asked, they only say that Azem is gone.

Emet-Selch does not mention that there was barely a trace left of his aether, that was not tied up within the great beast destroying that ruined city. That he felt what little of it that remained return to the Star before they even left to help.

Lahabrea does not mention he found Azem shielding tiny bodies that likely were dead long before he was. Nor that he burned what remained before Emet-Selch could see for himself, as another piece of him broke under the weight of once again destroying someone he loved, so soon after restoring everything he had cut away.

Nabrieles does not mention he witnessed Azem’s fear and anger and sorrow manifest as the very beast that is now heading towards Amaurot, nor that he now fears himself and the others around him. That if something is not done, and fast, it has been proven even one of their number can become a danger to their people.

They do not mention the figure in white robes who watches as Azem's ashes disappear in the wind with so many others'.

What they do say is that there is no choice, and no time. They must summon Zodiark without Azem. As thirteen.

J'qupoh Tia survives his battle with Lahabrea not because of any special skill or quality of being Hydaelyn's champion, but because of a moment of hesitation. One brief moment where Lahabrea sees not the broken form of the mortal who has proven a nuisance in his plans to restore his God, but another's form. That of a man that has haunted him every moment he has worked behind these Scion's backs, whose vague likeness has made him take unnecessary risks. A man who had wormed his way past the walls he put up in the wake of Athena's betrayal his God's disrupted ascension the cutting away of what he saw as a threat to his duty to the Star. Who had fallen in doing his own duty, lain twisted and battered near beyond recognition, but not completely. Not quite.

That hesitation is long enough for Hydaelyn to interfere once again, pouring everything she can spare and more to keep her Champion alive. To restore life before that stubborn soul can leave, not so he can continue the duty he has been Chosen for, not because she recognized him as the one to find her in Elpis all those millenia ago. She saves him out of guilt, as an apology, for doubting him and not being by his side when he need her Before.

In that Light that pours life back into the Warrior's mangled form, Lahabrea sees Phaethon's face illuminated for one awful, undeniable moment. It is grief and rage over being betrayed again that drives him harder to destroy the Warrior of Light in the coming days.

Nabriales did not truly fear whatever trick the Scions had come up with to defeat him. Nothing they could do could truly end an immortal being, and even this white auracite would not be enough with their meager aether.

Or so he thought. When the second mortal woman, already weakened, sacrifices herself, his fear begins.

It grows stronger as he looks back at Hydaelyn's champion, and sees the rage, grief, and fear on his face, and recognizes it. Remembers, in ways the memory crystal he was bestowed could not give, the moment he saw that face twisted like that before, and feared death as he never had before.

It's a particularly cruel twist of fate that Emet-Selch's memories get away from him once again, when he shows J'qupoh Tia the fate of Amaurot. That it is the beast born from Phaethon's despair, high above the Star with a view the man nearly broke himself to see, that is his shard's final foe. It is an especially cruel twist that J'qupoh is able to recreate the worst of it's abilities so easily, and turn it against Emet-Selch once again.

Desperation, terror, and sorrow as he tried to save his people from an apocolypse brought about Phaethon's end.

Apokalypsis brought Emet-Selch's.

#ffxiv #drabble #i guess?#shadowbringers spoilers #endwalker spoilers #Azem #emet-selch #J'qupoh Tia #Phaethon #Lahabrea #Nabriales #character musings #Yes I did make Blue Mage a serious part of J'qupoh's lore #Yes I did decide to do it in the angstiest way possible #Yes J'qupoh canonically used Blue Mage spells against Hades #:)#also yes i am reposting i had Moar #EVERYTIME I LOOK AT THIS THERE'S A NEW TYPO HELP

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hexja · 1 month

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doing very very messy stress doodles ( i feel Very Bleh ) of little things to cheer up. my beloved riss doesn't have an rp blog but thar inadvertently became her Cleo of Monster High fame's mom figure. so. i love rp.

#remember how on 'goona's blog i said i firmly believe every mh chara could be adopted by any muse if you look deep #enough. yeah ok so we found my mage's.#🔮. lula doodles.#🔮. lula clogs the dashboard. ( ooc. )

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musingmage · 1 year

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a hilarious clip from Um, Actually

#mage muses #Um Actually #dropout tv #Brennan Lee Mulligan

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flutteredvoid · 1 year

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drew my friend’s and i’s discord server bc i have no self control heehee (and from left to right!)

me! - mage of void

izzy - rouge of blood

oliver- knigh to space

sam - witch of life

trevor - seer of heart

percy - sylph of life

lexy - witch of time

jarrett - lord of doom

alyssa - muse of breath

autumn - seer of mind

rory - heir of blood

rowan - prince of light

dayne - knight of time

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liroyalty · 4 months

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The fear of realizing that all my Final Fantasy Sues are just different versions of 'Hey, you ever wanted to know what it's like to drown on land? 😈'

#(ffxvi she is the water warden & then ffxiv & fx she's the black mage)#(my god woman when did you get this affinity for water?)#musings [lore and ideas]#suzanne aesthetic(varies trigger warnings) 【in darkness blooms the spider lily】

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mtg-cards-hourly · 7 months

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Maelstrom Muse

She's an inspiration to everyone, even herself.

Artist: Michele Parisi TCG Player Link Scryfall Link EDHREC Link

#mtg #magic the gathering #tcg #$0.02 #michele parisi #maelstrom muse #strixhaven: school of mages #creature #djinn #wizard

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themxtleycrew · 3 months

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Like for a Neon starter? If a multi, please specify muse.

#starter call #new muse #[[the red mage | neon]]#final fantasy rp #stranger of paradise rp #sopffo rp

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giftofclasspects · 3 months

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bard of hope

sylph of time

mage of heart

muse of hope

id love to hear ur opinion on godtiers of my and my friends's idiots

i will send more requests, be prepared

-cloud

Bard of mind.... Very interesting god tier, I think. They're probably going to be "look at me! look how emotional i am! aren't i so emotional?!" so they don't seem like a robot. very self conscience about that, i would think?

a sylph of time is going to be very meddlesome within the group. i'm thinking this is THE mom friend. you have to do this at this time! they're going to be QUITE overbearing to work with.

a mage of heart suffers from heart uniquely compared to other players. think of meulin leijon, and her.. unique relationship that she has with kurloz makara. they will very much be the "i can fix him" type.

a muse of hope is TOXIC POSITIVITY CENTRAL. why be sad when you can be... glad! they refuse to see the bad. anything negative? not to them!

#homestuck #homestuck ocs #homestuck godtier #homestuck classpect #bard of mind #mage of heart #sylph of time #muse of hope

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resolvebound · 2 days

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Send ⭐ for a sample of a new muse I am thinking of writing // accepting

With a sigh and a shake of his head, Dorian watched the customer leave his shop. Kids these days, he thought, they didn’t appreciate quality workmanship the way they used to. ‘Kid’ was probably not quite the right descriptor for the young man that had come and gone, as he was perhaps in his twenties, but still…that would put him at least half Dorian’s own age. It occurred to him then that he was getting old, almost reminding himself of his father with the weary thoughts of youth. The idea of having any sort of similarity to his father would have stirred up disgust in the past, yet now there was almost a touch of fondness (though a slight, reflexive scrunch of his face could not be denied).

As he picked up the magic imbued knife from the countertop, he held it up to catch the light. In the reflection of the blade, his own eyes stared intently back at him, the rich, chocolate shade of which he inherited from his mother, while the ever-present seriousness echoed of his father. He tilted the knife slightly, the adjusted view now showing the lower half of his face and the heavy stubble of dark brown that shaped it.

Eyes ever discerning, he spotted a smudge along the blade from where the kid had touched. Frowning, he pulled out a cloth from beneath the counter, carefully wiping the knife clean. Polished once again, the weapon gleamed from the tip down to the intricate detailing on the hilt that surrounded the Lacrima fused within it. When he thought about it, he supposed the knife, along with everything else in the shop, represented every interest he had that his father had struggled to understand. Craftmanship, art, creation, magic.

Dorian moved around the counter to return the item to its proper place, setting it gently on its stand. He turned, eyes surveying the rest of his wares to ensure everything was where it should be. Swords, knives, bows, arrows, armour – they made up the bulk of the humble store, all crafted with great care and typically infused with magic. Fusion was his speciality after all, and his curse. The joining of different elements, materials, or items to create something new.

His gaze shifted over the various magical objects he’d made, settling on the display of enhanced prosthetic limbs. They had been, and continued to be, the most difficult and rewarding work, and happened to be what had finally garnered the respect of his father, as one such magical limb had allowed the man to continue his work after that dark time.

He wondered if he should call in on his parents next time he headed out. A search for resources, or a job request via his guild, either could bring him back to his old hometown. Funny, even after all these years and everything they had been through, he still felt as if he needed an excuse to visit. Nevertheless, now that he thought about it, it had been a while since he’d taken up a request. Master Goldmine never seemed to mind the time that passed between his visits to the guild, knowing both his personality and his...circumstances.

It would be…good to visit. Yes, the timing was right too, the next full moon was still a couple of weeks away.

Plans of travel began to form in his mind, lists of what he might need to take with him, or pick up along the way. However, his thoughts on the matter soon halted as the bell above the front door jingled, heralding someone’s entrance. A quick look at the newcomer found his eyes drawn to the guild mark visible upon them, the shape of which stirred certain mixed emotions. Even without the guild’s fame (or infamy, according to some), the Fairy Tail insignia was all too familiar to him.

It wasn’t easy to forget his first guild, after all.

He frowned, rubbing a hand first along his shoulder where old scars seemed to ache, then through the thickness of his hair (which he had forgotten he’d cut short again, but knew it wouldn’t be long before the loose waves once again reached his shoulders). Smiling was not a common expression of his, and was not something he faked, not even for the sake of serving a customer, so he merely greeted his visitor with a respectful nod (if they looked, they might see a degree of warmth in his eyes, however).

“Welcome,” he said, voice low, almost as if it wasn’t used to being used, “Can I help you?”

#raiiryuu #sample muse tag #this is my middle aged ex-FT now QC mage & shop guy that makes magic items weapons etc #he has Fusion magic (along the lines of alchemy) and once had to do the Forbidden (fuse living creatures - himself and a wolf)#in order to save someone #so he's like a werewolf now :')#and lives a pretty hermit lifestyle aside from the shop #his hair also grows ridiculously fast because the wolf he fused with was Magic and had some funky abilities #i actually started setting up a blog for him like a year ago but never finished it 🙃

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